Hooray for Ken Livingstone, I cheered inwardly as, Steppenwolf blaring on my car stereo, I sent the text message paying my newly increased congestion charge fee to enter our capital city.

Large numbers of drivers were pulling over by the huge municipal car park on the edge of the zone - or Hammersmith as it is known to the locals - and heading off on foot to complete the journey on public transport as I threw the twin-cam, V8 supercharged Audi RichGit up into fourth. She purred with pleasure as I took her up to 22mph and looked down on the trudging masses from the now only semi-gridlocked fast lane of the flyover. Born to be Wiy-iy-iy-ld.